New Castle Chrysler High School - Rosennial Yearbook (New Castle, IN)

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art by Tacey West And life goes on . . . by Anne Senne Choices of the young; surrounded by childhood; confronted by life — choices of life when life is still so new; compelled to decide a future when the past is still too close to forget — and the future too allur- ing to remember. The young — holding on. yet letting go; breaking away from old comforts for new challenges; crying childhood tears over adult problems; trembling over losses, yet rejoicing in the gains. The young — forced to decide between the bears and the boys; lollipops and lov- ers; the old and the new; the good and the bad; the safe and the scary — Young lives of tests and trials; freedoms and responsi- bilities; prayers and pain. The general passage of life — all move on and succeed — all pay the price. Then memories are stored; challenges remain; the Young grow old — And life goes on. She stands at the path by Heather Ripberger She stands at the path, Offering three different ways. She sees an oracle sitting beside the signs of her future. She procrastinates to venture. She realizes she has to pursue, She will not be pursued. Her eyes glance at this strange figure. He is her future. Fearfully she goes to him. His eyes tell her destiny. Entranced in wonder, The images begin . . . The first path is marked SUCCESS. SUCCESS shows a life of drive, determination, and greed. It relishes in conquer, destruction and gain. It gives the ability to achieve the inifinite. To obliterate the Waste, To turn oneself to stone. Confused yet curious, Her eyes divert to the second path entitled FAMILY. FAMILY offers a life of confinement. A home of brick, a spouse, three children, a comfortable lifestyle. FAMILY is an institute. It offers love and grief, tranquility and estrangement. Life is limited to the barriers of another. Unfulfilled, Anxiously she awaits the final path. She stares at the sign. She beholds the oracle once again. However, She finds nothing in the eyes of glass. She searches and searches. Yet she still finds darkness. The third path has yet to be made. She then realizes The third path is for the invincible. The person who chooses to direct his future. The person who will not be infiuenced by the regulations of society. The expectations of peers. Take control. She constructs the third path. Veering away from all others. Many feel she has gone astray. Deviating from the norm. But this is where ecstacy lies. Fulfillment. Making a life for herself. Herself onh ' . For life is to be lived for oneself. Oneself only. I have been offered the ability to use life as I desire. But only one life, that which I possess. I will think as I please. Express what I desire. For myself Fulfilled at last. She posts a sian — INDIVIDU. L . Trojan Tribune ■i

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art by Jason CrouxA- I, k r Free by Jennifer Darby The road seems neverending Don ' t want to ever stop Don ' t want to go home Just play my music loud And slam the pedal to the metal The country buzzes by in a blur going faster and faster Free with the wind Almost an adult but still a child Ready to grow up — but not yet Such confusing time Not sure how to act or what to do The future is determined now Which is why we must face reality and slow down go home turn down the music stop But I ' d rather ride free with the wind Forever I heard our days are numbered by Lee Houser I heard our days are numbered We ' re going our separate ways We carry memories Some good, some bad But I can smile when I think of them And I feel a tear in my eye It all seems unreal to me. I can ' t imagine myself in ten years Thinking of our time we shared Calling it the past Knowing I can ' t go back And I may be a total stranger To the girl that once was me Or maybe not even recognize you If we passed on the street. So we have today And tomorrow could change our whole life But change is our only proof that some things stay the same So we worry about tomorrow after today And I ' ll lock up my fears until then I ' ll smile and remember I hold today. Trapped by Mike Polanco There they lie, the elderly people of the world, shoved back on their beds, shriveled; they don ' t have freedom, as we know it. Their minds become feeble; they can ' t move as they ' d like. Trapped in a shriveling mass of flesh, age has caught up with them, but these people still feel. Their hair may be white, their teeth replaced, but on the inside, they ' re young at heart. They still want to jump, hop, and be a part of their growing community, but, as it was, it is again. Their body limits them; they can ' t move as they like. A tear to the eye, it brings. They wish they had the things, that made them happy, such as youth, friends, energy and vibrance; such as fate has it ' s toll, they don ' t have the energy, as once before, they ' re trapped, and there ' s not a thing we can do. 22 Troian Tribune

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art by Derrick Manor There was this man by Rob Stonerock There was this man lying in the road I was walking down. I came to him and ordered him to move. He did not. I asked him if he was injured. He was not. So I kicked him. I did this because he distracted me and made me angry. I had forgotten where I was going. I thought for a moment about my actions and moved to apologize, but I became embarrassed. So I kicked him again. or Joe by Robin Neal or Joe came up from georgia Just to see if he could find me and when I saw his face, Lord, if it didn ' t stir up memories. He just looked at me sideways with that lazy grin of his. Remember me ol ' buddy? were the first words from his lips. Well, I grabbed him and 1 hugged him then I slapped him on the back. I couldn ' t believe ol ' Joe was here. I was crying, (that ' s a fact.) We sat down right there on the porch to talk and reminisce. We spoke about our childhood days and of our wives and kids. I asked him in for supper, but he said he couldn ' t stay. He said he had a train to catch and must be on his way. He said I had been on his mind lately and he just had to stop by to let me know that he still cared and that old friendships never die. Courage by Beth Smith Whenever my heart is sinking low, My smile must never let it show. Whenever the skies are dull and gray My laugh must be cheerful anyway. Whenever I think I ' ll lose all hope, I must learn to live and cope. With everyday problems that may arise. That try to hide my smile or dim my skies. For each new day invites me to try. To find the courage needed to live by. i - J 24 Troian Tribune